Paintings

In my art, as well as in my life, painting and literature are intrinsically linked.

My artistic inspiration comes from books or poems that have had particular meaning for me. Many of my most recent paintings take inspiration from the American poet and writer Sylvia Plath, whose works I encountered during a dark period in my life that saw me lose one after another some of the people I loved most in the world. I suffered from depression, anxiety and panic attacks, and when I could, I poured these feelings into art.
Reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar was like looking in a mirror, finding a handhold to hold onto, the starting point to climb back up from the bottom of the abyss. Two people distant in time, one dead, the other alive,
with the same pain, conversing through sheets of paper left as doodles.

It was during this period that my painting underwent a drastic turn: from Hyperrealism to a new form of art, completely instinctive and personal, mixing realism and abstract.

Realism is my roots, abstract is my branches reaching for the sky.

Realism is everything I can control with my technique and my brush;
abstract is the unpredictable, the uncontrollable that escapes all patterns.
Only in this way, can I give my own approximate representation of life.